Letters to the Sun

A Winter's Night

Sometimes on winter nights,

I want to go outside and walk in the moonlight

And feel the snowflakes on my face

As I continue walking into their warm embrace,

Lost amidst the frozen glow

As the welcoming north wind continues to blow

I'd walk further into the snow

Until I was lost to all others' sight

And became less than a shape in the night.

I'd happily succumb to Winter's lace

and disappear without a trace.

For a Winter's night is a frozen escape

that I'd consider warm

Next to my mind's bitter landscape.

'Tis better for me to be gone before morn,

Alone in a frozen expanse,

Than for my chilling cold to have the chance

To leech the heat from others' hands.